A review by dialhforhgai
Malone Dies by Samuel Beckett

4.0

“But I have felt so many strange things, so many baseless things assuredly, that they are perhaps better
left unsaid. To speak for example of the times when I go liquid and become like mud, what good would that do? Or of the others when I would be lost in the eye of a needle, I am so hard and contracted? No, those are well-meaning squirms that get me nowhere.”